- Date Of Birth: June 6, 1943
- Date Of Death: September 7, 2022
- State: Idaho
On September 7, 2022, Daniel Yancey of Nampa, Idaho, was finally set free to be with his Lord and Savior at the age of 79. He joined in heaven his adored bride of 53 years, Ruth (Powell) Yancey, and his parents. He leaves behind two children, John Yancey and Christina Barker, six grandchildren, and two great grandsons. His family and countless friends can find comfort in the knowledge that he is now, finally healed.
Daniel, Dan to most who knew him, was born June 6th, 1943 in Klamath Falls, Oregon to Harold and Veril. He was raised along the coast and in the forests and waterways of Southern Oregon with two sisters Hazel Beidleman and Alice Torres.
While attending Northwest Nazarene College, he enrolled in a biology class where he met his wife, Ruth. She first fell in love with his bright blue eyes. Their first date was on Halloween, and he proposed on April Fool’s Day. Neither missed the irony in the dates and their quick wit and humor were constants in their life together. Dan loved to laugh and enjoyed finding joy in simple things while he and Ruth explored God’s creation.
Philippians 4:8, NIV, “whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”
Psalm 27:1, NIV, ”The Lord is my light and my salvation - whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life— of whom shall I be afraid?”
Isaiah 41:10, NIV “Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
This is My Father’s World, Maltbie D. Babcock (1901)
1 This is my Father’s world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas–
His hand the wonders wrought.
2 This is my Father’s world:
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world:
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.
3 This is my Father’s world:
O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the Ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world:
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King: let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let earth be glad!
